Check Mate

Caught in a corner 
a decision needs to be made
sins brought me closer
as my character begins to fade
a game in which I could not win
a game in which I would not win 
even with all the committed sins
would never made me master in the end
everything that I would begin 
would always come to an end
now God has me where he wants me
with me messing up badly 
he simply ask me 
what are you going to do 
I say whatever I do 
it always comes back to you
there is nothing that is good
that he did not create
so he wins check mate

Rest In Peace

The sun goes down
the moon comes around
the stars shine bright 
the start of a night
it's time for me to think
write my thoughts in ink
when I start to begin
I hear a voice from with in
this is what I was told
when the air grows cold
my body would lose my soul
I ask what does it mean
as I start to fall into a dream
my vision becomes cloudy
I feel cold air around me
my body becomes still
my mind roams at will
my thoughts move faster
my heart beats slower
many thoughts run through me
remembering what was told to me

Curiosity Captured the Traveler

Walking through a narrow path off to the left, I hear a wicked and demented laugh.
As I walk further and further, the laugh gets louder and louder.
Deafening to the ears, I get intrigued by the cheers. 
So I get off the path and search for the demented laugh. 
And for the things I have seen, was like a big dark dream. 
For what was in front of my eyes, was a very crushing surprise.
Millions of huge dark birds all flocked in herds. 
Crushing the travelers who got off their path. 
While doing so with their wicked and demented laugh. 
Using their blood and juices to make wine. 
I feel a great big push from behind. 
Intrigued by the demented laugh. 
I got off the narrow path,
to be another crushed traveler, 
for the dark birds pleasure.

My Dream

My dream, perfection in reality
something so amazing
blazing furiously
constant gazing
maybe out of curiosity
a man struck by beauty
blind sided by the world's best
overtime in his new conquest
later to find out this beauty
could not be conquered clearly
his obsession became great so much he could not operate
finally took time to admire this beauty
this would forever change him completely
dreaming of the endless possibilities
he started having these fantasies
could not exactly ignore these 
temperature wise it was like a million degrees
his mind started to have these all the time 
lost in his lustful nature,
cursed by this pure unadulterated culture,
there was no cure!
what happens in this dream of mine
of course reality in fantasy it was a matter of time
before there was a rescue
blinding truth by you know who
this beauty who knows what to do 
a beauty so perfect
abundance of intellect
a striking figure
had the cure
my dream, perfection in reality
reality in fantasy
a beauty about you and me

Finally

A story, finally! Free to be me! Guess who's back?
Eyes wide open, visions of decapitated humans.
Yes, finally, we're on track to go back,
back to where it all started.
Not sure how we got here? 
It seems I woke up and it was all clear,
Clear that my mission is near
Oh, I can sense the blood boiling,
blood spilling in the most grotesque way
arms flailing about, as the hacking begins
why they ask? Before they finally meet their end.

Am I Crazy

Title ask a question clearly
So I need an answer, honestly
Just another day, another story
Written rhythmically, poetically
Answering a question, truthfully
Really, needing no answer
Cause all will concur quietly
That the one asking the question 
Is truly in need of a therapy session
Oh I know, what happened to needing no answer
An answer that consist of no answer 
is in itself an answer to a question 
A question that needed no explanation
Oh go deeper, you say
Do I have permission to explore the true insanity
is the one who really read this and understood
That the answer is yes, you are crazy

Poetic

Isn't poetic how life teaches lessons
teachings that forever written in our essence
the joy that can come from pain 
the tears that never completely explain
that calm we feel when there's a storm outside
that hug that we receive that seems to make things subside
Isn't poetic the way two bodies can introduce the same pleasures
experiences that sometimes lies to us about hidden treasures
the pain that we feel from something that should be great
the smile that hides the misery displaying a false state
Isn't poetic how people really pretend to care 
ignoring all the signs that are clearly there
Yea everything is fine, clearly 
don't wait to late to see me

Written In The Form of Poetry

Years created this poetry; history made in perfection; 
life lessons brought revelation; so when I write this creation; 
I'm motivated by your beauty; your presence causes euphoria that elevates 
my mental state; your essence intoxicating to my senses 
causing our relationship to be perfected; when you near I just wanna be closer; 
so close that we blend together; interlope like we sex each other;
the feeling I get is indescribable; couldn't even be explained by the bible; 
we only know when we touch; we feel it when I'm inside your guts; 
love made by the beauty of years; made sweeter by your tears;
you and me created by history written in the form of poetry.

Body Collection

No longer can deny the need, to see a person bleed
Life slowly drain out of the body, soul finally freed
A position best, performed by a person like me
Something exciting about dominating a person physically
Yet the feeling of slicing a body can't be understated
How to get started, a plan would need to be created
How should my victims be selected
How can I go undetected 
Type and relation can't be connected
Night time, day time need to be rotated
costumes of personality, identity 
need to be switched out constantly 
as well as physically need to be altered drastically
All these things would need to be adhered to perfectly
To be able to slide detection 
and enjoy the moments of body collection

Why I write

Once again muted; words been executed from my vocabulary;
Why so silent; Someone said to me; sounds would not escape the prison; 
buried beneath the vocal cords; death speaks louder than my presence; 
I try and speak, hushed by the ignorance; self doubt wins every time; 
Why have I been brought along; to witness this travesty; such misery;
laced upon this brutal wicked piece; so I write to speak; 
write to scream; write to hopefully catch this dream; write to execute
the wrong doings of the nation that wrongs me each time it can; 
write to wash myself of this ignorance that drips constantly; 
write to find my love that eludes me in the most precarious way; 
write to release an anger that can't be simply quenched; 
write to rid me of this foul smelling stench; 
write to find my peace; my tranquility; my riches;

One Spring Night

Laying down, looking at the stars
tracing the grooves of my scars 
reminiscing on the younger years 
the times where there was no cares
my eyes trace the skies drifting away
the innocence making it's way 
and I'm thinking back on that day
Where the music you felt that much deeper
Where the touch of another 
brought you so much pleasure
Where the breeze seem to speak to me
where I grab the pen and wrote poetry
where I just wrote the way I feel 
where everything just felt so real 
Where smiling just to be alive because
she smiled at you that one time 
where confidence bought you a date
where conversation was discovering
that we felt the same thing 
where dreams were unattainable 
but we still seem to be able 
to have that dream any way
waiting for the night 
so we sleep through the day 
knowing this spring night 
we'll find a way to experience each other 
to shy to go all the way so we hold each other
the innocence of being physical 
This spring night so eventful 
This spring night so personable
This spring night so meaningful 
This spring night so pleasurable
This spring night so long ago 
This spring night I wish to experience once more

Picture Perfect

Such visual perfection
poetry in motion
the way you move, speak and smile
to look at you is worth my while
picture perfect
like the sun set
makes a man dream 
visual fantasy type of thing
a dime piece
at the least
picture perfect, art of perfection
nothing less than perfection

Loving Is So Hard To Do

Every since I met you* it seems what ever I do* you are so intent on bringing pain* your attitude is driving me insane* the complications of my nature* doesn't allow me to be insecure* so what's left for me* is to suffer this misery* Because loving you hurts* and nothing seems to work* so much pain involved being with you* but leaving would be so hard to do* It hurts to know exactly how you feel about me* and I know it ain't east* dealing with someone like me* and I know you think my attitude is shitty* but I would never try to hurt you intentionally* and thinking about us* the major loss of trust* and this move, I thought this would improve* but still more words* comes out your vocal cords* Meant for damage* yet I still manage* to move on* and I may be wrong* but these things I do not do* Since making a commitment to you* and all this leads me to believe* that I only is left to grieve* for the mistakes I made in the past* your sole purpose for this trash* forgive me at last* but your character won't let this pass* and so now loving you* is the hardest thing to do*

Lose Control

Let me get deep in sin
as I write my thoughts in pen
in and out of hell and back again
few can understand my position 
as I'm filled with frustration 
I attempt to regain control 
but only to lose my soul
only though for a minute 
it is returned to me in an instant
only to lose control once more

Don't Wait Another Minute

Hello, how are you doing?
This late night talking
got me on a quest for something
maybe you wishing
for the same thing
be seduced by my conversation 
persuaded by my illustration 
for a late night confrontation 
no need for hesitation 
come bring it
don't wait another minute

Our Confession

It was a cold distilled morning
I thought I was dreaming
when my wife came in speaking
I could tell she had something to confess
she was stressing like she had a test 
words out of her mouth came slow
her words, just would not flow 
when she was done
she was stunned
she was not prepared for what came next 
the message she shared, this she did not expect
she was shocked by my expression 
you see I also had a confession

Hooked on One Look

One look
Damn you had me hooked
I couldn't keep my eyes off you
Uncontrollable thoughts come through
Must not touch
But damn, feelings are too much 
I get lost in your eyes
and your perfect size
Got me in a bind 
Freaky thoughts in my mind
When I glance at your thighs
I'm in total surprise
Your body 
Complete beauty
But for now, I hold off
Trying not to think till I'm hard
hard to do 
but remain true
but my animal instincts won't let me 
Forgive me for acting so damn freaky

Tonight

Clear as day the emotions run so deep
Music playing, sun slowly fading, 
the good children sleep, young mothers weep
the moon shines bright, awake
the start of night, I'm old and reminiscent 
sometimes listening is all it takes
A night alone can be an amazing event 
combine that with looking back at fond memories
listening to music and reminisce on things that never happened
this is why I create stories, and pieced them with pen
breaking from the rhythm of the world 
breaking from what should be
unfold the unusual events of reality
to bring this 
and that
tonight

A Learned Man

Your physical illicit something sexual, try to maintain my mental but out my peripheral, I see what makes you special. Unintentional, my physical causes me to see a fantasy where you and me are living happy in reality but the years taught me not to be drawn in by the physique search out the mentality and ignore my wishes to make you misses based off the build of your body. A natural trap but our mentality determines what type of relationship we should have yet the physical sets me on a path where my fantasy shows me the way to explore your peaks and valleys. Now I have this eternal conflict but if I don't act on my lust for your nature then I would not forget the future of having you as my misses. So I take the lessons learned of the past and apply them to this path. Navigate my words carefully so you know I'm a learned man and there is a definite plan to be the man that you fully can depend on being that man that will hold your heart gently in my hands. Just the same I can figure where you mind is by a few conversations and time will tell me about your intentions and respect will provide me the protection of your ill intentions.

Awake to be Awakened

I awoke to being awake, I was not sleep, but I was in the dark. And when I came to, I see, the world was bleek. Not that it wasn't before How could we all be alike, but yet despies the very being that makes us unique. Art is so beautiful, so powerful, so enlightening, I am sadden because now I'm awake, and see that here on earth I would never be able to love freely.

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